Song Shanshan ignored him and started lighting candles and yellow paper in the southeast corner.
As for An Qi, she was driven downstairs by Mr. An and asked the housekeeper to take good care of her.
It is never good to let children see these scenes.
Soon, smoke rose from the incense and candles.
Mr. An fell asleep again.
A man in military uniform stood opposite Song Shanshan.
He looked at Song Shanshan with a stern face, full of confusion and vigilance.
"You called me up here?"
"Yes, your son has entrusted you to go and communicate with him in his dream yourself." Song Shanshan took a few steps back. This time, she felt very uncomfortable approaching Mr. An's ancestor.
She attributed all this to her younger sister's strong abilities and that she still needed to work on this aspect.
Song Shanshan retreated to the door and closed it.
An Zuzu watched the door close and then looked away.
His descendant was lying on the ground. He sighed and slipped into Mr. An's dream.
In a dream.
Mr. An was in a state of disarray, as if he had lost all hope in life.
"Ancestor, I'm sorry I wasted my chance, but she's my wife. Can you please return her soul? From now on, I'll keep a close eye on her and never let her do this again."
An Zuzu looked at President An and felt very disappointed with him.
"Infatuation should be relative. What are you doing this for?"
"Do you want to die and have no one to offer tribute to the An family ancestors? You'll have to watch your comrades living comfortably in the underworld, while I've fought all my life only to bring peace to three generations? How foolish!"
Mr. An lowered his head, completely spineless.
"But, she is the child's mother..."
"Tsk, if your child was a good one, I wouldn't be so angry! Okay, you can do whatever you want. Anyway, our An family is doomed to suffer this disaster, so let's destroy it!"
It is neither against the rules nor for more than seven days for An Zuzu to forcibly take the soul of another person.
So, no matter what, you have to pay it back.
Mr. An woke up from his dream and found the bedroom filled with incense. He looked up at the ceiling, recalling the last words of his ancestors. He felt as if he had aged ten years.
An order must be completed from beginning to end. Song Shanshan gave Mr. An a talisman, and the order was settled.
Leave home.
Her next goal was to go to the Song family.
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